The crow didn't move at all. So still and and cold it looked. It's blank and emotionless eyes looked at me from where I stood over the crow. Why did it have to die? What killed it? My poor bird died and for what? It's just dead and I can't do anything,but stand there and stare at it like some goddamn idiot. I snap out of it and I pick it up gingerly to put it somewhere that no one will disturb it while it's in eternal slumber. I dig a small hole by a tree and set the precious thing in and cover it in dirt. I kneel down and I say a silent prayer. No,Dear God take care of this crow in Heaven or God please don't send this poor creature to Hell because the misconception that crows are associated with death. I only say, Farewell my friend. Take care of yourself in the afterlife. Lead the Lost Souls to where they are supposed to go....
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Oh,Death
RandomDaisy Holsinger is a 17 year old bi-sexual junior in high school at Burroughs High School in Ridgecrest California. Her life is a normal one. She has a grandmother who is overbearing and protective; a neglectful girlfriend with a mother,neighbor an...
